A Romeo\'s Nemesis

Chapter 11
Here, I\'ll Lend You My Coxcomb!
\"It\'s an immoral claim to assume that I still care really,\" Lucius paused, placing his hand to his chin in mock consternation, \"but then, when has that little hindrance of human perception ever bothered you?\"
Narcissa scoffed and let loose a guttural grunt of indignation before sitting down gracelessly at the breakfast table, Draco planted smack dab in the middle of another early morning\'s foray.

\"You should talk of morals, you, you....\" Draco was struggling with his egg while still trying to remain impassive to the conversation in front of him and Narcissa\'s eyes couldn\'t help but wander to his fragile face every now and then.

\"Certainly you can fathom why leaving so abruptly without so much as a note was a worry to not only me but your SON!\" Lucius bellowed, not taking his opportunity for sanctimonious rhetoric for granted. He got what he wanted and Narcissa practically oozed into a puddle on the floor in embarrassment.

\"How dare you... how can you say,\" but Draco\'s eyes were sullen and dead and in gazing haughtily into them so much like his fathers\', Narcissa gave up and walked away, past the giant, decorous landscape that she\'d bathed in and gloated over for over fifteen years, out past her section of the manor where her garden befittingly was in shambles, dutifully neglected by the elves upon Lucius\' command for her comeuppance.

She was nearly at the gate in nothing but her morning housecoat and slippers when a large package fell before he feet with a small hoot as accompaniment form above. So numb, she could hardly feel the edges of the plain brown paper wrapping, she unwound the cheap twine that held it together and looked to find a set of horridly plain looking peasant\'s robes and a letter; she need not\'ve even taken a look at the signer.

*** Dear Narcissa,

After your departure last night I realised something I\'d tried to deny myself for the past half of my life, an honourable little casuist. Yes, you\'re probably gobsmacked to read that society word in my scrawl, but I support your decision to divorce Lucius wholeheartedly and want you to know that these robes are a gift. Surely, a gift that won\'t be admired by any of your friends at dinner parties but a gift that you may wear inconspicuously whenever you wish to come back. You were right, I\'ve never made love but I heard that that\'s the proper terminology for sensitive little whores such as yourself... perhaps you could show me.

Sirius***

Narcissa sighed heavily and pressed her back against the agate encrusted bars of her prime imprisonment and decided to step inside in order to make the elves pack her things - if she was to live a life of modesty from then on in, why not take advantage of the staff at hand while she was still their mistress?

Draco had finally finished in silence and Lucius was sipping his coffee with a thoroughly weathered expression on his face beneath the Daily Prophet. With questing eyes, Draco stood up and walked the few feet to where his mother stood, despondent yet uncharacteristically courageous at this moment.

Tilting his head to the side sweetly like a wondering puppy, Narcissa couldn’t\' help but bestow upon him the briefest of smiles whilst she cupped his cheek gently and ran her thumb across her jaw.

\"Is there something you\'d like to say, Mum?\" Draco queried, already foretelling the up and coming major instalment to adjust to in his
falsified existence.

\"Yes, love... sit down... no,\" Narcissa momentarily forgot that Draco was her son and shooed him away to his room without further argument; Draco could feel the suspiration flow from his mothers\' back into his own as he sauntered down the halls and into his wing, not wishing to eavesdrop for once... wanting to preserve that piece of fructifying love he\'d stumbled into with the other parent.

Lucius scowled and crossed his legs roughly, regarding Narcissa with only half of his face.

\"Lucius, I want a divorce.\"

Expecting at least a negative response, Narcissa nearly flinched for him as he showed no response. Staring out of the window overlooking the terrace for the most part, Lucius\' features suddenly softened and he looked genuinely confounded for a moment before hastily whipping his hair around, meaning to say something choleric.

\"A-alright,\" Narcissa\'s jaw dropped and her entire mind seemed to be set free form some omniscient puppeteer bending it into grotesque convolutions.

\"I\'ll get Fudge to see to it at work on Monday,\" was his only murmured reply only after Narcissa had fled to room in a bout of glee and flew up the stairs to apparate to Grimmauld Place.

Standing up and dusting away bits of muffin off of his slacks with a napkin, Lucius regarded his table with narrowed eyes, \"Probably going to join bloody Black in something or another...\"

His voice warbled off into sedentary silence as he sat down once more and considered his Quagmire; now, he\'d had suspicions that there was a spy amongst the death eaters - could his own wife be the culprit who\'d leaked out so much so quickly? No he was a bachelor in the eyes of the Dark Lord, it did not bode well unless he exposed her as what everyone else would only naturally assume her to be in a mere matter of time. More importantly, he had to get dressed!

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Somewhere in the UK, muggles were being tortured lovingly by his soon to be fellow cabal members and poor little Draco was missing out horribly. Whetting his aim before the big initiation tonight, Draco was poised in front of a strategically placed rat upon his bedside table whilst crucio-ing it over and over again; how he loved to watch it dance a lively jig. Interrupted by a mild rap at the door, Draco instantaneously knew it was the Dobby replacement come to call him downstairs already - it was so exciting!

With a mighty leap down form his king sized, plush mattress, Draco scampered out of the adjoining bedroom door newly installed so he wouldn\'t have to look at the hideous little cretins come to serve him on occasion as best he could in such a flowing gown. He\'d even applied his own eye shadow and looked quite authentic in even ignoring his father\'s request for a bust enhancing glamorie; no need to get too carried away after all.

Practically skipping down to his father\'s rooms, Draco caught a glimpse of some diaphanous shred of undershirt Lucius had about himself before watching as his lithe elder pulled on the corresponding lace up waistcoat and jacket, anxiously awaiting his que to arrange to coxcomb. With not a moment to spare, Draco stealthily crept in and seized hold of the coveted satin item, a feral glint to his innocently bedecked face. Actually gasping in surprise, Lucius angrily snatched back his fancy jockstrap and fiddled with the clasps on his costume; Draco noticed this a proceeded to do exactly what Lucius would if their positions were reversed.

\"So, father, are you nervous?\" Lucius growled a warning but did not respond otherwise and Draco knew the answer.
\"There\'s really no need, all you have to do is be charming and passionate for the entire performance which won\'t be too difficult,\"

Draco openly smirked with satisfaction as he watched his lover bristle, \"well, at least not the former in in the view of the public anyway.\"
And with that, Lucius lunged at his now despised scion and pinned him on top of the floor, yearning to rip out his delicately glowing throat.

\"You just mind your own act tonight, boy or else you\'ll be taking in more than just me in the rear tonight!\" Lucius hopped of his son with an even more slaked smile appearing in cool disposition.

\"What - what are you talking about?\" Draco\'s eyes grew wide in worry, \"You never said I\'d have to...\"

\"Ahh, but Draco, do you really think the sole cause for me pursuing this was because of my love for literature or Shakespeare or... you?\" Lucius\' eyes glinted with shy enjoyment as Draco writhed before him in a mud pit of self doubt.

\"Well, no - of course not! I mean... I understand... you were preparing me?\" Draco began in half question, half statement until Lucius rolled his eyes and sat down with a \"clump\" on the bed, waggling the coxcomb wantonly as a prize.

Draco silently consented to this mild lecture and followed suit, slightly slouched and cross-legged beside the man with the red tights on.
Laying back and encouraging his son to do the same, Lucius chucked the tiny piece of reinforced cloth above him over and over until Draco snatched it in mid air from many an hour of seeker practice and Lucius chuckled in amusement.

\"Draco, tonight, there is the chance that one of our brothers. maybe even the Dark Lord himself, will take you... yes, I wanted to soften the blows of intrusion upon your... fragile frame,\" Lucius sighed, casually running his eyes up and down the still thin figure supine beside him. Draco twitched uncomfortably and felt himself begin to lose control; Lucius observed and gracefully brought his hand to rest on his child\'s groin in a crude attempt at distraction.

\"They won\'t be cruel to you, Draco. I am still who I am - bloody important!\" Lucius let out a rare string of chortles until Draco smacked his knee in protest.

Feeling somewhat more relieved and a bit more horny than when Draco had first stepped through his father\'s threshold, Draco blissfully rested his chin against Lucius\' breastbone, oblivious to sound of a number of Dark constituents apparating in form various organised locations including the Dark Lord himself along with his new famed second in command... the now famously pernicious, Neville Longbottom.